It’s takes me where I want to go. That’s all a Car is supposed to be Transportation, not a Toy, it’s too dangerous to be operated in a frivolous and callous manner. Keeping your Vehicle in road worthy conditions could mean life or death in an accident situation. When I started driving , Heaps were all I could afford. I went out and bought the Chilton Books on every Heap I drove. I bruised knuckles and more learning how to keep them running, I got good at it, to the point where if my Car broke down, I could get myself back on the Road. So it’s no wonder that today I Drive year to date cars and still think of a thirty thousand dollars vehicle as a heap. Because that is what they become within five years of poor Mentainance. Three months ago my free Mentainance expired, at that point my service manager presented me with a list of things to do, at the tune of eight hundred dollars, plus two hundred for oil change. Once your contact expire, they are waiting for you, and your lack of knowledge.
I taught to myself, with all my years of working on Heaps, to work on a Car two years old, with twenty five thousand miles, is an avid do it yourselfers Dream. I went out and bought new automotive tools to do my first oil change, outside of the Mentainance Contact. Jacked up and secured with Jack-stands, I crawled under. Now I am on my Back, inspecting what thirty thousand got me. To my surprise, an Engine and a Transmission built from Aluminum, harnessing a Beast that does 175. One thing I know about Aluminum is that they don’t handle heat as well as Steel, also they shatter with impact. Changing the Oil on New Cars is not ment for novices, it’s the way the Factory make sure you take them back to the Dealership for everything. Half an hour later I have saved myself two hundred plus, and learned a lot about the vehicle, and as the result of their inexpensive manufacturing, one should use the utmost of care operating them. The Way they are Built traveling at high speed and making impact could be devastating. As I have said, Transportation and not a fun Toy. Toys and games are for Kids, you silly Wabbit. After the Oil change it ran better than the day I drove off the Lot. Still not broken in , it does 175, I would be more than Mad to take it up and beyond 100.
I once knew a Valet who got caught doing in excess of 100 in a 55 mph zone, there are many more like that out there, be wary. Again Transportation is all its supposed to be, even if it has a wet Bar and the kitchen sink. One O-clock in the Afternoon, I am traveling on the Parkway in Queens, I am doing 65 or better in a 55 mph zone. Two Cars racing blew my Doors off both doing better than 100, in thirty seconds they were almost a mile in front of me, simultaneously they both decided to enter my Lane, the middle Lane. They slammed together bouncing off the other, nothing left but littered Roadway, Plastic, Steel and Parts. I miraculously avoided the Carnage by driving on the Grassy shoulder. I didn’t stop, my Stomach wouldn’t let me. Speed Kills more times than not.
I always exceede the speed limit by ten miles P.H. to avoid Clutter Driving, everybody doing the same speed limit looking inside each other’s vehicle. Once I have distances myself from the Clutter, I relax my speed. Whenever I am in a clutter situation, I know that I need to be ahead of it, or behind it. Never drive in the middle of clutter, S**t happens. In a clutter driving pattern, you have no out in mishap occurrences, when you are in the middle there is no place to go. A lot of people think that driving is a big Joke, my Childhood friends Gary and Owen both with brand new Cars, they thought that driving was a joke. Two seventeen years old and three twenty years old, bouncing from one party to another, having one or two mixed Drinks at each stop. On our way to the last stop, driving on the highway, inebriated and all, the drivers decided to race. I was a passenger in the front, so my eyes never left the console, the needle went past 110, when we entered the exit Ramp we were doing 90. We traveled the entire Ramp on two wheels. I was just about sitting in the driver’s lap trying my best not to do anything to distract him, averting him from flipping the car killing us all. The Lord do look out for stupid Babies playing with grown-up Toys. He saved my life so I can be here to tell other Fools, Don’t Do It! SPEED KILLS.
The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two young sons. Was speed a factor?
There’s nothing like a long Trip Cross country, to teach you about Traffic Flow and speed control. If city Driving could emulate the above, accidents would drop to an astonishing level. your nerves would love you. Also your fellow Drivers would love you for not cutting them off within inches of calamity, thus reducing Road Rage. On the Highways going Cross Country, most people use their signals, spaces themselves and don’t try to run you off the Road to get to their exit Ramp, further reducing Road Rage. you have been commuting this strip for twenty years, yet you think you are Cute waiting for the last minute, the last hundred feet to get in the proper Lane to make your exit, causing major Traffic Jams. Rightfully you should be in the proper Lane at least one Mile before you get to your Exit. The difference between a good Motorist and Piss Poor Driver is I position my Vehicle in the proper Lane two to three miles before my Exit, not worrying about squeezing anyone, putting a wet blanket on the Flames of Road Rage.
Driving in Texas was a refreshing Eye Opener for me. Rush hour Driving was a refreshing Breeze, no one in a hurry Driving like a Taxi Driver, or trying to make a Pizza Delivery while it’s still hot. It’s as if there were no Rush hour at five PM. The Traffic Flow and speed control was Fluid, the civility and courtesy was infinite. In a place where everyone owns a six shooter, there better not be any Road Rage, there would be nothing but Dead Men behind the Wheel. The Civilized Driving I experienced in Texas should spread like a Virus across the country. All the States that I have traveled in the N.E to the S.E. could take a lesson from Texas. In my neck of the woods, Tampa Florida, Road Rage is the norm. Everyone drive like a Taxi driver or a Ambulance Driver, break neck speeds for one Mile to address the next Stop Light. At the Stop sign no one stops Legally, they usually stop or pump their Brakes beyond the Sign, not before the Sign. Like a Drummer keeps Tempo, they can’t wait to take the Right of Way from you at a Right on Red intersection. In Rush hour traffic no matter how well you weave Traffic, your E.T.A. is not going to be much better than mine following the Traffic Pattern.
The way many of you drive facilitates Road Rage, cutting people off in tight spaces, not signalling before you make your turn, driving with a B***h attitude like your Daddy built this Road specifically for you. Still that doesn’t excuse Barbaric behavior behind the wheel, not all bad Drivers drive like a Jackass intentionally, some just can’t help themselves, they never took the time to learn, or no one ever took the time to teach them Road Suave. They say that the Lord watch over fools and Babies. But they also say that God bless those who try to help themselves. A Woman driving on the Pennsylvania Turnpike found that out about ten years ago. She inadvertently cut off a Tractor trailer, the big Moron followed her for miles to extract respect, not taking into consideration that his vehicle weighed twenty eight Tons more than the Sedan she was driving. The Murderous Driver ran the poor Woman on her way home to her family off the Road into a Tree, killing her instantly. These are the People you share the Roadways with daily, so the next time you decide to cut someone off in tight quarters ask yourself do I know the Monster behind the wheel. several years ago High Noon in Greenwich village New York city, a minor Fender bender in Rush hour traffic. The Driver of the Maserati got out of his car, Gun drawn in an execution stance, shot and killed his fellow Motorist over a five hundred Dollars touch up paint job. Getting behind the wheel is forever a Life and Death situation, so the next time you are about to abandon Civility, think about the two victims of Road Rage among the many others.
Police have arrested a Pennsylvania man suspected of fatally shooting an 18-year-old driver in a fit of road rage because, a prosecutor said, he “didn’t want her to merge into a lane of traffic.”
David Desper, 28, is charged with first- and third-degree murder, possession of an instrument of crime and reckless endangering, according to Philadelphia ABC affiliate WPVI. He surrendered to authorities around 2 a.m. Sunday, ending a three-state manhunt.
The shooting occurred during rush hour on Wednesday, as Bianca Nikol Roberson was returning home from a shopping trip for college clothes.
The teen and another driver started to merge into the same lane, “jostling for the position” on Route 100 in West Goshen Township, more than 30 miles from Philadelphia, said Michael Noone, first assistant district attorney for the Chester County District Attorney’s Office. Roberson’s vehicle veered from the roadway and crashed into a tree, police said in a statement.
But the officers who responded to the crash soon determined that the teen had been shot in the head, police said. She was pronounced dead at the scene. The other driver was nowhere to be found.
“We’re doing everything we can to catch this suspect and bring him to justice,” Noone told The Washington Post on Friday.
West Goshen Township is at the southeastern tip of Pennsylvania, near the border with Delaware and New Jersey, so authorities searched for the suspect — described in initial reports as a white man between 30 and 40 years old in a red pickup truck — in three states.
The truck was last seen exiting Route 202 onto Paoli Pike.
Roberson had graduated from Bayard Rustin High School in West Chester, Pa., and was set to attend Jacksonville University. She had hoped to one day work for the FBI, according to WPVI.
“She was a good girl, honor roll student, looking forward to going to college,” her father, Rodney Roberson, told the news station.
He pleaded with the other driver to help close his daughter’s case.
“If you don’t even think it was your fault, and have a conscience, come forward and give us some closure and explain in your own words what happened,” he said, according to the news station.
While speaking to reporters on Thursday, Chester County District Attorney Tom Hogan also directly addressed the other driver.
“To that man who fired that shot, turn yourself in now,” Hogan said. “Every second you are out there, you are only making this worse for yourself and making this worse for the family.
Green Key Road is one of my favorite places, the Road becomes a Peninsula at the end. Lush with Nature Preserves, it is a place where I go to get away from the hustle and bustle of Living, a place where I go to find inspiration. It is this type of Living I had in mind when I bought my Car. That’s why I appreciate my Car and treat it with the utmost of respect. Not to impress anyone that it is a Technological wonder that says good by when I no longer need it’s service, or the fact that I can take it up to one seventy. Or that I am one of the best Motorist on the roadway, its about getting it from point A to point B in one piece. To accomplish that, you need to follow Road safety. Signaling is not an option, not an occasional thing you do at your discretion. Traveling in packs side by side and tailgating is a foolish way of Driving, and is unsafe.
Excessive Speed Kills, if not it causes mangling of fine Contours, ten M.P.H over the speed limit keeps you away from the Herds. It also keeps you from developing Points on your License. The way that I love Driving, losing my License would be equivalent to losing my wife, because my Car is my other Woman. Without your Driving privileges you can’t go to the Places I go to forget about Life for a while. At that point Life comes cascading down on you like an Avalanche, no Job no social Life, worse no Freedom of the Road, which to me is like Freedom of Speech. When I get behind the wheel the only thing on my mind is the operation of the Vehicle, also Music to keep me calm cool and focused, not to distract me. In Text Book talk Focusing on the Task is Tantamount, taking your Eyes off the Road for one second depending on the rate of speed can be Deadly. One day while Traveling from Pennsylvania to N.Y I pulled over at a Rest Area, getting back on the Highway rolling at less than two miles P.H, Tuning the Radio and not paying attention, I jumped the Curb, damaging my Rim and Tire. Two seconds that’s all it took and Baam! If I was traveling at sixty and hit the Curb the Car would have flipped. No One goes out looking for Accidents, its the things that we do that creates them. My car allows me to Text from the Dashboard, to some People that’s like pointing a loaded gun while they are sneezing. Today’s Automobiles are so Technologically equipped accident statistics should be dropping, but they keep going up. That’s a reflection on the Drivers. The original concept of this Website was to focus on Safe driving but I got distracted . Distraction behind the wheel can change your whole life.
There are other factors such as Driving Impaired. Precious was a Childhood friend, one Night she went to a party, coming Home she chose to ride with a Drunk, that was the last decision she made on this Earth, only nineteen. The Driver hit a light pole, she hit the Windshield, the Driver in a state of near Comatose suffered not a scratch. Overconfidence also Kills, five young Boys out on the Town on a Saturday night. Gary and Owen both twenty, both owners of brand new Cars. Charles and I both seventeen year old riding with Gary. We went to a party, everyone had no less than two mixed Drinks, the Drivers had three or four. While bouncing from one party to another, racing at speed of up to one hundred and twenty miles per hour. We did not come up on the exit Ramp, it came up on us, not enough distance to brake properly, we entered the Curbed Ramp at ninety mph. Our Car navigated the Ramp on two wheels, without my clawing myself from making contact with the steering wheel we would all be Dead. How ignorant of young people to be so adventurous, not taking Driving seriously.
Adults who don’t follow Road Rules are equally Dangerous, commuting a hundred miles a day for twenty five years and waiting until you are a half a mile from your exit Ramp to get in the proper lane is beyond Stupid. Being compressed with Steel and Glass is not my idea of going Peacefully. Attitudes behind the wheel is childish and immature, many times people who cut me off within two Cars length, I later pass exchanging information or in a Ditch. Good Driving is a state of Mind like Chess, to each action there is a reaction. If you have been Driving for fifty years, and you never bothered to learn the right way, you don’t know what you are doing, that makes you Dangerous. Once I entered an eight mile incline, only to realize on two inches of snow that I had no Brakes. If I had panicked, I would not be here to tell you that I used my emergency Brakes, gently applying and releasing along with downshifting, eight miles to the bottom. If that’s not Driving to Live, I don’t know what is, there were bottomless drops to my Left all the way. I didn’t care if the transmission bursts in Flames, I was bent on Living. Finally, Driving is my Passion and that is why I Drive to Live.
At save driving we are staunch advocates of good judgment. Last month in my Hometown a hard working man made a life and death judgment, of getting behind the wheel after drinking. That judgment call cost he and his two young sons their lives, and critically injured his wife, in more ways than one. She will carry the scars for life, that will forever remind her of her losses. Years ago while traveling the Pennsylvania Turnpike, the traffic came to standstill due to an accident ahead. I noticed a Helicopter landing on the roadway up ahead. All the parties involved were airlifted on an Ambulance Helicopter, when this is the case all are critical. When the traffic inched forward, at the scene I observed one of the vehicles involved, back door opened and a Teddy Bear was visible. At the point where the SUV was struck was a Highway Traffic Cop’s dugout, one hundred percent illegal U turn.
Yet the Driver carrying precious cargo used bad judgment around a blind bend, shattering the entire family’s lives. I can not express enough to you the contentious motorists the need for Good Judgment whenever you are behind the wheel. It’s not bad enough that you always have to be on the lookout for other Drivers that thinks driving is a joke or a game of chance, They are gambling with their lives and yours. When you don’t exercise good judgment, you are in the same Boat as they are. Never hang yourself out to dry by playing the guessing game of maybe I can make it, only make a move when you are certain that it’s safe. That extra second can save you a lifetime of regret. One should never Drive if you are not up to the task. Stay alert and focus, not in a relax mode as if you are in your Living room.
While traveling between Connecticut and Pennsylvania a coworker and friend in the lead vehicle I am following, threw a hand over the back of the seat, then his head dips forward, I slurred expletives and began honking the Horn, after a couple of seconds he woke up and swerved straight. The point is you need to know your limitations, physically or otherwise impaired. All they do, mixed with bad judgment is eliminating yours and others chance for survival. There’s never any need to test the hand of faith, that’s not what Driving is about. There are far too many people on the Road that shouldn’t be, you need to be the responsible party. In my State we have no State vehicle inspections and no fault Insurance, two catalyst for increased road hazards. The estute Driver is further tested with improperly maintained vehicles and additional insurance costs. With all this I have to pay an additional eighty Dollars a month for my Neighbors Kids uninsured vehicles, while operating with a suspended License. This is not the first suspension, no red flag seen by his Parents. So he continues racing through forty five miles an hour Zones at sixty, sometimes he even drinks. Now do you see the need for vigilance, and good judgment.